We’re All Going to Hell, Together

I count the minutes until church is over.
Slowly letting my eyes close, my head tilt back on the pew.
A subtle firm pinch wakes me up.
The beautiful New Testament Music starts.
I sing every note with authentic enthusiasm.
The music means it is almost over.
Almost time for juice and playing with friends.
I see each of them, stationed between parent figures,
Waiting for juice to wash down the Christ Cracker.

I sit in Confraternity of Christian Doctrine.
Catholic Christian Doctrine
Chocolate Covered Donuts
Central City Dump
CCD, not Sunday School.
A beleaguered Soccermom, the teacher.
Chosen to pass the Truth to the next generation of catholics.
Serving her 100 hours for possession.

“I don’t believe in god.”
Finish your worksheet.
“Are you going to give me an F?”
If you don’t finish your worksheet.
“Do you think I’m going to Hell?”
No.

Sweet Deal

I feel a twinge of guilt,
I try to count the total in my head. Over a thousand. Hmm.
Unclemen drink light beer, still smelling of aftershave.
They boast their avoidance of church
Since the last round of First Communions.
We’re all going to hell, together.
The guilt fades; must be a catholic thing.

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